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Macbeth
02:22
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Impudent thespians that is we
Come and watch your puppets dance on a string
plotting lines that no one will ever see
victims of my Scottish tragedy
tell me which way that the wind will blow
run through the fields on a full moon night with the hot red light
tell me just how that the curtains raise
lights fall on the stage and they crumple the page while you burn at the stake
I'm running out of time
their tying up my spine
strings wrapped around so tight
I'm going out my mind
An idiot dancing on the stage of mediocrity
a bolt loaded into the crossbow of society
pointed at the people who believe they have the right to be
judge, jury, executioner of the rotten seed
in plotting them all and leave them all in asylums
the subliminal mindset of American violence
poisoning the populace impossible to stop
when they're pushed to you behind the images of a glowing screen
Impudent thespians that is we
Come and watch your puppets dance on a string
plotting lines that no one will ever see
victims of my Scottish tragedy
tell me which way that the wind will blow
run through the fields on a full moon night with the hot red light
tell me just how that the curtains raise
lights fall on the stage and they crumple the page while you burn at the stake
I'm running out of time
their tying up my spine
strings wrapped around so tight
I'm going out my mind
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The Forest
05:08
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It’s dark in the forest. The trees create a fortress. In the habitat of wolves, the poor are left for the horses.Devoured for the sake that those in power would take their place. The discriminant right of those with money at stake. They say, “believe in destitution that your voice is useless”, the satisfaction of ignorance produces the fluids that lubricates the gears in the monolithic machine. “Bet your life now for a chance to be free!” If I bet mine and take another's life does it make mine more valuable or lesser in hindsight? I wont allow their pride to influence my rights and “good enough” reasoning doesn't justify the fight. So, keep pushing buttons, forcing the citizens, and take advantage of the opportunities that you've been given. When the beasts come for you in the dead of the night, it’ll be riots not wolves that you’ll have to fight.
Hear them come x4
Chorus:
Stand and walk in line
With a revolution imminent the whole world is listening
Move and march in time
As streetwise poets provide orchestration for the moment
Stop and Stay inside
While lovers sit on their porches discussing their inequivalence
Give up on the fight
People stand together in the streets with no shelter x2
Criers feed us lies pushed through speakers in our pockets. Glowing screens light the scenes more than the burning car did. To separate us under the guise of political jargon and force division in the ranks of those they keep in bondage. Forces that promote change and social progress are lost to the memes of radical nonsense. The tools lie in the hands of the people out there marching. When we stand together we all only stand to profit. Freedom seems reserved for some but we expect all, while bullets fill our alley ways a mother gets a call. As we unify under the rights of the first amendments and those who fought regimes sit on the fences. Civil disobedience stands as the only weapon the people will use until someone gets the message. As we stand in the streets with military presence you can hear the wolves out howling in the distance.
Chorus:
Stand and walk in line
With a revolution imminent the whole world is listening
Move and march in time
As streetwise poets provide orchestration for the moment
Stop and Stay inside
While lovers sit on their porches discussing their inequivalence
Give up on the fight
People stand together in the streets with no shelter x2
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Die Hungry
03:41
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When a predator sets its sights it will feast on its pray
now the wolves are at our doors all howling like strays
antitoxic product spreads propaganda through the market
discrediting the achievements of poor self conscious artists
while the prophets of revolution spout theoretical nonsense
without their self inclusion in their gospel they prophet
cynicism rises in a food chain divided
now the stray dogs will be the ones to feast on the prizes
If a pretty pictures what they want let me paint the perfect image
or a grotesque witness let me gut it and twist it
till a malformed bleeding mess is what's left on the page
welcome to the bleeding hearts buffet check in and stay
is success dictated by what's left on your plate, or the meat that you gave, or the fangs that you break? frustrated by the animals content in their cage, looking down on me with a strange look on their face (they say)
You don't know what its like to be trapped inside my shallow life
I just don't know what its like because I fought my life to survive.
The boy who pissed his pants on the first day of first grade, cried his eyes out when his father went away, toughened his skin from the fear of his last days, is frightened now of the clock laughing in his face.
I'm old enough to know and I'm dumb enough to try as the clock keeps tick tick ticking through my life, a balanced amount of ignorance and foresight, Specials a word for those too afraid to try, I see those at the top too full to eat and us strays at the bottom still scrounging for some meat, If shadows surround casting its judgement with the potential to loose the things that we once loved when... The people that we lost, a nostalgic taste, the judgments that were passed, another blissful day, the blood stained lines, and the smiles on your face, I'll write it all down on this page page page, ink forged like iron inside of my veins, a torch in the dark lit to light the flames, for the people who move and feel the same way, who die in the streets begging for change.
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The Almsmen Los Angeles, California
We're a Los Angeles based rock band formed in late 2015. With influences spanning from metal, punk, blues, and indie our style of music can be hard to categorize. Our goal as a band is to make music we can be proud of and that people will enjoy.
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